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Their rooms are as neat as ever but there are signs of Ragnar's presence - horn cups on the mantle, a tunic draped over the back of a chair.
Sinric guides Athelstan to sit on the edge of the bed. "Can I get you some mead? Or something to eat?"
Their rooms are as neat as ever but there are signs of Ragnar's presence - horn cups on the mantle, a tunic draped over the back of a chair.
Sinric guides Athelstan to sit on the edge of the bed. "Can I get you some mead? Or something to eat?"
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Date: 2015-09-12 11:48 am (UTC)"But there is." His face is turned away. "I made a promise."
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Date: 2015-09-12 11:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-12 11:53 am (UTC)"Sinric - " His heart is breaking. "I'm taking your knife from you, but I swear not to use it until every other hope is dead."
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Date: 2015-09-12 11:58 am (UTC)He stands and sets the cup down, his hands shaking. "I have to go. I'm sorry."
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Date: 2015-09-12 08:41 pm (UTC)"No, I'm sorry", Athelstan whispers. "It was selfish of me to say anything."
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Date: 2015-09-12 10:31 pm (UTC)"Please, don't leave before I-" he cuts himself off. "I'm sorry, I can't-" He darts towards the door, pulling it closed behind himself.
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Date: 2015-09-12 10:32 pm (UTC)Athelstan slumps on the bed, torn by a thousand feelings with guilt and self-loathing at the top, and can't hold in the despairing tears any longer.
(But he'll still be there when Sinric comes back.)